The winter snow was about to fall, but that day there were sparse shadows under the trees. I have been looking for a ray of wind and a ray of light, and I found out later. The lights on the night of the Flower Festival have always been in my heart. (Actually, it's a very simple story. A little flower demon, a stupid scholar, and a bad lady, the three of them set up a show, which is outrageous and cliché.)
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